Megan King Writes

Two prayers that were continually on my tongue and swimming through my thoughts during our season of pruning went something like this:  Lord, give us enough light for the step we’re on and lead us in Your paths…..Lord, continue to work this together for good and redeem what still seems lost and broken.

In the infancy years of my faith, the book of Proverbs became a sort of daily guidebook for my life in Christ when other parts of the Bible seemed a bit too daunting and confusing to venture into.  Therefore, during the season of waiting and watching for the Lord’s plans to play out, settling into the wise counsel of Proverbs 3 felt like throwing a cozy blanket around my weary and wandering soul:

My son, do not forget my teaching,
    but let your heart keep my commandments,
 for length of days and years of life
    and peace they will add to you.

 Let not steadfast love and faithfulness forsake you;
    bind them around your neck;
    write them on the tablet of your heart.
 So you will find favor and good success
    in the sight of God and man.

Trust in the Lord with all your heart,
    and do not lean on your own understanding.
 In all your ways acknowledge him,
    and he will make straight your paths.

 Be not wise in your own eyes;
    fear the Lord, and turn away from evil.
 It will be healing to your flesh
    and refreshment to your bones.

 ^{~ Proverbs 3:1-8 ~}

Sometimes, right in the middle of an ordinarily sweet life- not perfect, but good- unexpected trials come crashing onto the scene with such force that you wonder if you will ever know normal again.  As far as you could tell, you were bouncing along, living a good life- one that would please God, or so you thought- serving Him and seeking Him, bearing fruit, and mostly experiencing only minor trials of which to grumble about.  And then without warning, the blows come with a 1, 2, 3 punch.  Life as you have known it- safe, comfortable, blessed- has unraveled.  How can this unseen God, that you have trusted and grown to love, be good?  How could He be all powerful and worthy of worship if He could allow such pain, confusion, and loss to crash into your life like a wrecking ball?

These were some of the questions I had to wrestle through during a particularly hard season of life.  Looking back, Bart and I refer to this season as the trifecta of trials.  I have no doubt that Satan’s goal was to flatten us, to turn the lights out on our faith.  I still get stinging tears and a lump in my throat when I look back to those years.  I can see the dark days, the rubble that lay all around us- too quiet, but raging with emotion and emptiness; the paralyzing mess of relationships, brokenness, and dreams that had been all but completely obliterated in nearly every category of our lives.  Then as if to kick us while we were down, the difficult loss of a baby that we had prayed for.  If I reflect back on it for too long, I can feel the hollow places in my soul of not knowing quite how to move forward.  Life as we knew it was no longer recognizable.  I spent so many hours of so many days just pouring out my confused and bleeding heart on pages- journals overflowing with wounded words, questions that had no earthly answers, and stained with tears that only God saw falling.

I had read Jesus’ warnings to me, recorded in Holy Writ:

“In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.”

– John 16:33 –

But somehow amid the fruitful life of loving and serving God and placing each new puzzle piece of life in its proper place, we naively assumed we were positioned to escape these kinds of troubles.  Had we unknowingly disappointed God or brought this unraveling upon ourselves?  How could a life of following Jesus lead us into such painful seasons of deep heartache?  And where was the overcoming part?  It sure didn’t appear that anything good could come out of this season of despair for us and for the numerous bleeding hearts all around us.  How could this be the Kingdom of God?

Each day I can remember wrestling through these questions with God.  Bringing my raw heart before Him was so hard- my flesh wanted to numb the pain with new tasks or worldly pleasure or maybe to just run away from this God who I was questioning…. but I was desperate for a hint of light in this dungeon of darkness.  I would sit in the living room of our house in Mt. Carmel and pour over Scripture searching for answers and for drops of hope to cling to, or go for a long walk/run and pound out the overwhelming emotions.  Bart would get up early in the morning and wrestle it out with God- running into the arms of Jesus in the high school hallways.  There was nothing glamorous about these days.  Our house was not full of laughter and the same bubbly joy that was our old normal.  We continued to wonder how any good could come out of these ashes, but God was faithful to grant us the dose of strength needed to get us through one day at a time.

“Blessed are those whose strength is in you,
    whose hearts are set on pilgrimage.
 As they pass through the Valley of Baka {the Valley of Tears},
    they make it a place of springs;
    the autumn rains also cover it with pools.
 They go from strength to strength,
    till each appears before God in Zion.”

~ Psalm 84:5-7 ~

We were so weak in this season.  We did not know where all of this would lead.  We didn’t know where life was headed.  We struggled through all the whys and hows and the continual swirl of unanswered questions.  But one thing we were learning was to set our hearts on pilgrimage.  This valley of tears, called life, was not our home.  This truth became our lifeline.  Whereas pre-wreckage, we trusted that we were ultimately heaven bound, we didn’t necessarily live our earthly days and decisions out of that place.  The shambles we were surrounded by required us to set our eyes more deeply and constantly on the hope of redemption- we began to long for the day when all the brokenness and pain of this world would be swallowed up forever.  There was no quick and easy fix.  There was no way we could continue to live out of a false sense of hope that life would move along smoothly if we just followed Jesus.

Little by little, He began to show us His pathway through this valley.  This world is not our home.  We are just passing through this earthly life: foreigners and strangers in this broken world, looking for a country all our own, in heaven (Hebrews 11:13-14).  And we began to look more intently at Jesus as our model for walking through our trials:

“He was despised and rejected by mankind, a man of suffering, and familiar with pain. Like one from whom people hide their faces he was despised, and we held him in low esteem.”  ~ Isaiah 53:3 ~

“ For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.  Consider him who endured such opposition from sinners, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.”  ~ Hebrews 12:2-3 ~

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As we looked to the cross, we found a path to hope and healing.  There was no going back to how things had been before, but could there be another hidden pathway through this valley of tears?  Could these scars have purpose that I couldn’t yet see?  Would I be able live forward without a cloud of fear of when the next blow would hit? I felt so vulnerable.  Did I have even a mustard seed of faith to believe that He could still yet bring any beauty out of these ashes?  If God’s good plan of redemption for mankind included the suffering, pain, and earthly scorn of His One and Only Son, could I believe that he could still be good in the midst of my own suffering?

Every day I felt tested, a new opportunity to wake up and decide where and in whom I was going to cling to for the strength to keep fighting for hope.  God’s Word was like my manna, my Bread of Life, my healing balm for the wounds still very open.  Verses that I used to read through and apply to everyday inconveniences or annoying mishaps suddenly had new life- giving me strength, footing, and some sense of direction:

“Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.”  ~ James 1:2-4 ~

 ^“In all this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. These have come so that the proven genuineness of your faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire—may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed. ”  ~ 1 Peter 1:6 ~

“We must go through many hardships to enter the kingdom of God,” they said.”           ~ Acts 14:22  ~

So this messy trifecta of trials and the waves of aftershocks were meant to test me, to refine me, and to be a hallway to walk through on my journey to my final destination.  As painful as the days continued to be, they were not without purpose.  They were meant to reveal the size of my faith- as small as it was- and to grow it, mature it, deepen it, and to make me more like my Savior.  The Refiner’s Fire was burning away what remained of my selfishness, pride, lust for worldly accomplishment, and desire to store up treasures on earth.

It was with those truths tucked deep inside of my heart, I took the tiniest steps of radical faith to consider these trials to be joy- believing that my Loving Father must see what is hidden from my sight.  And with my sights set squarely upon the unseen, upside down Kingdom of God- I began to find freedom from the anxiety and fear of the trials that might still lay ahead.  This earth is not my home.  I am a stranger here.  In Him, I can walk through whatever valleys lay ahead of me and know that His grace will be sufficient for me there too.  His Presence can turn any valley of tears into a place where I can find pools of refreshing water simply because He is there with me.

All over our house (above my kitchen sink, my bathroom mirror, my nightstand) and in the dashboard of my car, you would’ve found the evidence of holy soul medication:

” Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.  For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.”  ~ 2 Corinthians 4:16-18 ~

“Though he slay me, yet will I hope in him”  ~ Job 13:15 ~

“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”  ~Psalm 34:18 ~

“I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us.”  ~ Romans 8:18 ~

“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.”  ~Romans 8:28 ~

And I would gulp down these truths, deep into my heart, mind, and soul.  I began to see that my eyes had been so previously fixed on seizing what is seen- here and now on this earth- that I was missing out on the eternal weight of glory that is unseen and eternal.  Somehow these trials were given the “yes” from God to enter my life, not as a punishment, but for some sort of eternal good- lasting forever, and creating more value than if life had continued on the path I thought was best.  I may not see all the glory revealed on this earth, but I can yet hope in Him to see it when I arrive at Home.  I learned that He was my ever present comforter when I was crushed in spirit- this unseen God drew near to me.  I began to put more and more stock of my heart, time, and treasures in heaven, where the eternal glory lies- where thieves cannot steal from me and moths cannot destroy (Luke 12:33).

He changed me, us, in a multitude of ways.  Carrying brokenness and so many shreds of an unraveled life will do that to a person.  And after many days of plodding through that valley, you look back and see that He has actually carried you.  Your heart feels bigger, more tender, more aware of the needs of this broken world.  Your eyes seem to have changed too- you see how fleeting this life really is and how we only get this one chance to spend it on the things that will truly count in eternity.  You look down at your scars and realize that those are just the beauty marks to remind you of the ways you’ve been able to fellowship with Jesus in your own suffering.

The teachings of Jesus in the Sermon on the Mount become truths that actually make sense to you now:

“Blessed are the poor in spirit,
    for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
 Blessed are those who mourn,
    for they will be comforted.
 Blessed are the meek,
    for they will inherit the earth.“

~ Matthew 5:3-5 ~

Somehow, in His upside down Kingdom, it is not those who always have a smooth ride through life that are considered the most blessed.  Those are the ones who have already received their treasure in this life.  But for those who have suffered, mourned, and been broken down by this life- God has hidden treasures for these…hidden revelation of glory yet to be seen.  And in this way, our good, good Father gets the final victory over the sin, brokenness, and death of this world.  It is not a fairy tale- One Great Day, even the ashes that remain will be turned into beauty.  This is our great hope that we cling to as we journey through this Valley of Baka.

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It wasn’t until much time had passed that He began to show me that sometimes, right in the middle of an ordinarily sweet life of fruitfulness, the Gardener comes and cuts away even perfectly good branches.  And for a season, the once blooming tree shows no signs of beauty or life.  And maybe the tree even wonders what just happened to it.  The tree was doing what it was created and planted to do- grow fruit.  What the tree doesn’t know is that the Gardener has a plan for the tree to bear even more fruit in another season.  And so, because the tree has a wise, good, and sovereign Gardener, the time of pruning must come.

“I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener.  He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful. “

~ John 15:1-2 ~

I remember the first time my parents took us to the summit of Pikes Peak in Colorado.  At 14,000ft +. I knew the views were spectacular, even as a young elementary student.  Several things I remember about that trip: the cold thin air, the colorful windbreakers we put on as we climbed closer to the top, the winding narrow roads up the side of the mountain, and the rails that kept us from falling down the steep side of the mountain overlook.  I don’t so much remember being scared of the edge.  In fact, I think we have several pictures of us standing right up next to the rails with the spectacular Rocky Mountain views behind us.  I was young and I was fearless.

Flash forward to the summer of 2016 in Pittsburgh, PA.  We went up the Monongahela Incline with our kids and Bart’s parents to take in the skyline of Pittsburgh below.  However, the scene played out much differently on this cliff.  My legs were paralyzed from moving closer than 15 feet from the edge.  I simply could not walk my toes up to the edge like I had done at Pikes Peak.  My imagination only had room for one view: a tumble down the edge of the cliff.  As my palms got sweaty, I became more and more ready to gather my chicks back into the incline to go back down where my footing was sure- back to my comfort zone.  Clearly, I was no longer the same young and fearless girl.

Unfortunately, this contrasting image of me at the peak of a cliff is telling of another story inside of me as well.   This time it is a story of unseen glories, views into the supernatural wonders of God’s kingdom being built in us and all around us, True Beauty for our souls to behold, a story of abundant and lasting prosperity, and fruitfulness.  It is a question being asked inside every person’s soul every single day: Is the risk of stepping outside of my comfort zone to see the possibility of glories unseen worth it?  Or am I content to risk missing out on the unknown glory for the sake of what I know to be comfort?

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It’s noteworthy how many times the Bible uses agriculture to teach us eternal truths about how the Kingdom of God works.  I often tease because Bart is an Ag-wannabe, but I too have become captivated by the lessons to be learned via study of the laws of growing things.  The growth of trees from tiny seeds has become a peculiar source of interest to me in recent months.

In the middle of the Bible is the book of Psalms- a book of poetry, songs, and prayers to God.  The very first chapter of this beautiful book eludes to the fact that mankind has some similarities to trees.  And not only that, but He uses trees to instruct us on how we can yield fruit and be prosperous in our earthly lives:

“Blessed is the one who does not walk in step with the wicked or stand in the way that sinners take or sit in the company of mockers, but whose delight is in the law of the Lord, and who meditates on his law day and night. That person is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither—whatever they do prospers.”

Psalm 1:1-3

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God is the Ultimate Gardener with more than just a green thumb.  His desire is to bless us, in Christ, with His divine favor and show us the way toward true soul prosperity- the kind that lasts all the way throughout eternity.

“I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener. ”  -John 15:1

Any gardener knows that to grow a plant, you first have to put a tiny seed into the ground.  In time, with patience and proper care, under the dark covering of the soil the seed starts to germinate and then sprout.  Eventually it pops through the soil, displaying the evidence of what has been happening underground.  Once a seedling emerges from the soil and begins to show signs of maturity and growth, experienced gardeners recognize it is time to transplant the young plant into a more spacious place to encourage healthy growth.

When I became a believer in Jesus, I was like that tiny seed underground.  God was doing a very significant work in me under the cover of the dark soil.  In His time, as I stretched up towards the Son, I began to emerge up from the hidden place.  My Gardener was good to tend to me with the ingredients that are just right for a tender seedling.  However, at the proper time, it was time for a transplant.  In my story, this timing coincided with the time I left home and went off to college.

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In some ways, when we are transplanted, we are like Abram:

“The Lord had said to Abram, “Go from your country, your people and your father’s household to the land I will show you. “I will make you into a great nation,  and I will bless you; I will make your name great,  and you will be a blessing.”

Genesis 12:1-2

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In order to make our lives fruitful for His glory, there comes a time we have to be uprooted from our comfort zone and planted into a rich bed of soil that He prepares specifically for us.  If we stay planted where we’ve always been, we risk stunting our growth and missing out on the fruitfulness and prosperity God wants to produce in and through our earthly lives.

When I look back at my college years and early years of marriage, I cannot help but be filled with overwhelming gratitude.  At the time Bart & I knew that we were blessed, but I’m not sure we knew the extent to which God was pouring out His goodness and grace over this particular season of our lives.  We attended a secular college, but God made sure to plant us in rich, fertile soil that was fed by streams of Living Water, where our roots could grow strong in Him.  For a few years it was as if we were enrolled in God’s greenhouse of growth alongside numerous other believers who became dear friends.  Our Gardener had provided a perfectly diverse blend of people and opportunities to help us mature in the ways of His Kingdom- and often way outside of what was normal to us.  At different occasions, I wondered if our greater purpose during this season was to behold the glory of our invisible King and less about gaining any kind of worldly progress.  And yet, without us noticing, He was causing a different kind of progress to take place.

Many times when you are planting a plant or a tree in a new place, you will break up the “root ball” with your hands.  This may seem like you are harming the plant by tearing a bit at that established root system, but in reality, you are preparing the plant for optimal growth and nourishment in a new environment.  We are often so afraid to branch out and reach for the godly relationships that would help prosper our souls.  Sometimes even as believers we are afraid to tear away at the root system that we have grown comfortable with for so long, not recognizing that the soil we are currently planted in is stunting our growth and is causing our branches to be dry and fruitless at best…..producing bad fruit at the very worst.

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This is where the cliff analogy is helpful to me.  I fear that there are many of us who profess belief in Jesus but very few who are willing to risk the scary uprooting to be planted in more fertile soil.  We may have had moments in our youth, like my Pikes Peak moment- fearless of stepping past the threshold of our comfort zone.  At one point in our story, maybe we were a young plant, popping through the soil, growing up toward the Son.  And we were comfortable, safe in that place.

Until the Gardener started shifting things around a bit.  We enjoy this little pot we’ve grown into.  We like this soil and the pieces our roots have attached to.  This is a safe place to stay.  The thought of being uprooted- whether physically going somewhere new, or being replanted relationally with a lifestyle shifting toward those Living Waters- all of it makes your hands sweaty.  All we can imagine is a tumble down that cliff.  So, like I did in Pittsburgh, we reject the uprooting.  We close ourselves off from the possibility of beholding greater glories, growing deeper roots, and more abundant fruit on our life branches.  NO, we reason: a quick glance at a safe distance is best.  Control is best. Moving any closer to the edge is dangerous and won’t people just think I am foolish if I change NOW?  And so the Gardener lets us stay in the plastic pot when He created us to be planted by streams of Living Water.  

Each and everyday the invitation comes from deep inside of our souls.  We know we were made for something more.  But as we “grow up” we suffocate that yearning.  We stop growing altogether.  The risk seems too great, too far outside of our comfort zone, too far removed from the visible kingdom we’ve built around ourselves.  We stifle the questions stirring in our hearts.  We like the way we’ve always done things.  We often get so filled up with superficial glories and busied with earthly routines that eventually we don’t even remember what it feels like to behold the One and Only Glory that can take our breath away.  And so we live the days and seasons of our lives mostly fruitless in regards to God’s kingdom and pleasure.  We are given this one mist of a life and, for fear of stepping over our threshold of comfort, we waste it away on earthly checklists and temporary treasures.

But to those that can find the courage to say “yes” to the possibility of seeing greater glories, more abundant fruitfulness, and deep soul prosperity- these tender plants will surrender to the uprooting and replanting.  And these “will be called the trees of righteousness [strong and magnificent, distinguished for integrity, justice, and right standing with God], The planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified.” (Isaiah 61:3)

And everyday, the choice is ours.

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We would be wise to heed to the warning found in first verse of Psalm 1: “Blessed is the one who does not walk in step with the wicked or stand in the way that sinners take or sit in the company of mockers.”  In contrast, we are counseled that if we want to be a tree planted firmly by streams of water, yielding fruit in season, and prospering in all we do- we will be people who, “delight in the law of the Lord, and on His law he [habitually] meditates day and night.“

When we allow our Gardener to replant us, opening ourselves to new relationships and new experiences that might help us to find greater delight in God’s Word and ways, we are blessed.  Our souls begin to breathe fresh life, yielding good fruit, and naturally producing green leaves to the glory of God.

After the replanting in my own life, God was so faithful to surround me with people who were several steps ahead of me in their walk of faith.  These were people who sincerely loved God, loved His Word, loved to worship Him in Spirit and truth, and who made themselves available to mentor and disciple me in my own faith walk.  They helped me understand God’s Word and lived so rooted in Him that I could easily see the good fruit it was producing in their lives.  It made me yearn for this soul prosperity in my own life and open myself to the vulnerability of asking questions of how to get on that path for myself.  God used these more mature believers as stakes around my trunk to help me grow stronger as I was just beginning to see the blooms of fruit in my own life.

In God’s economy, this fruit comes by way of the inner man, the spiritual unseen part of who we are in Christ.  As we are surrendered to the process of being re-planted near streams of Living Water, a very natural process of health and growth begins to take place from the inside out, producing the fruit of the Holy Spirit flowing through us: “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness,  gentleness and self-control.” (Galatians 5:22-23) He displays within us and through us the beautiful character of God through daily life situations that normally would’ve led us down a path below our new identity in Christ.

Another aspect of the fruitful life is the reality that fruit contain seeds that produce even more fruit in time.  It multiplies.  Jesus says that when the seed fell onto good soil, “It came up and yielded a crop, a hundred times more than was sown.” (Luke 8:8)  Last time I checked, a hundred times more than what was sown is extremely prosperous.  God is pleased to bring multiplication to our life in Him as we grow into a mature tree with the sap of His Spirit pulsing through our branches.  He wants to use us to be a blessing to others, which is for our joy and His glory.  He told Adam and Eve to, “be fruitful and increase in number.” (Genesis 1:28) The final instructions Jesus passed onto His disciples was, “Go therefore, and make disciples of all nations….” (Matthew 28:19) And then we see the beginning of the church experiencing the fruit Jesus spoke about- “They devoted themselves to the apostles’ teaching and to fellowship, to the breaking of bread and to prayer…And the Lord added to their number daily those who were being saved.” (Acts 2:42, 47)

God measures fruitfulness in both our inward life of molding us into the image of Christ; and also by way of allowing the sharing of our faith walk with unbelievers or younger believers to multiply the fruit around us.  When we are not walking with the wicked, standing with the sinners, or sitting with the mockers; but rather planted by streams of water, delighting in His Word, we should live with an expectancy of yielding fruit in our lives.  Our daily life may not necessarily be easy, but it should be characterized by this ongoing natural harvest of fruitfulness and soul prosperity.

“I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.  If you do not remain in me, you are like a branch that is thrown away and withers; such branches are picked up, thrown into the fire and burned. If you remain in me and my words remain in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be done for you.  This is to my Father’s glory, that you bear much fruit, showing yourselves to be my disciples.”  

-John 15:5-8

So often we are deceived to think of God as this mysterious Being sitting on a throne with a long list of requirements, just wanting to take from us all the time.  After the Lord replanted me into a different bed of soil, surrounded by growing believers who readily poured into my life, and began to illuminate the beauty of living according to His Word, I wasn’t tempted to think of Him in this way any longer.  I experienced firsthand the ways He was causing my soul to prosper and be fruitful.  And little by little multiplication was happening.  Discipleship was happening- both in my own maturity and allowing me to take part in others’ maturing process.  I was becoming a tree firmly planted and growing stronger and taller in Christ.  Staying planted by that stream of Living Water each day was allowing me to remain in Him which led to regular answered prayers.  The invisible Kingdom was growing around me everyday- more expansive and more beautiful.  It was and always will be worth the risk to step up to the edge, heart racing & palms sweating- because it is only in that place that we can behold His glorious works on the earth!

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“They will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit.”

-Jeremiah 17:8-

When you’ve been wandering in the desert wastelands for awhile, you pick up on a couple of fundamental truths: trust & faithfulness.  Trust in the Lord that He will do His part to lead you to someplace good.  Faithfulness: cultivate a life that pleases Him in every possible way.  These are the rich ingredients that begin to turn the wilderness into a dance floor.  It begins to matter less WHERE you are, but rather WHO is with you in that desolate place.  Back and forth you go- Him leading, you trusting and learning to be faithful to submit and follow.  You are learning how to dance with an invisible God.

“I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want.  I can do all this through him who gives me strength.”  –Philippians 4:12-13

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The lonely years for me felt like being “in want” a lot.  Sometimes I would chase what I thought I wanted only to come up unsatisfied in the end, discontent & bewildered.  Other times, by faith, I was learning to run to Jesus with my “wanting”.  And somehow, through Him, I would discover a deeper desire hidden beneath my seeking that could only be fully satisfied in Him.  These small tastes of a satisfied, contented soul started a domino effect that altogether altered my heart’s taste buds.

“Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the one who takes refuge in him. Fear the Lord, you his holy people, for those who fear him lack nothing.” -Psalm 34:8-9

It wasn’t that He was only good to cause the spiritually blind to see and dead to come to life, although the gift of salvation is the pinnacle of His goodness to us; but my heart was beginning to find it’s central pulse of delight in Him.  I wasn’t going to find satisfaction in God PLUS a handful of other things I was longing and praying for.  I was uncovering the true secret of contentment in all circumstances: simply Jesus, with or without the other fulfilled longings.   The lonely wilderness gave me the priceless gift of transformed desires.  Being with Jesus became my one thing, my heart’s delight, and my secret treasure.  Yes, I still had many hopes and dreams: “Lord, my every desire is known to you; my sighing is not hidden from you” (Psalm 39:9), but by offering them to Jesus, I knew He would lead me to whatever was best for me at the root of my desires.

“Trust in the Lord and do good; Dwell in the land and cultivate faithfulness. Delight yourself in the Lord; And He will give you the desires of your heart.”

Psalm 37: 3-4

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He’s always working, always orchestrating His story.  He’s always getting the glory in the unseen places even if we miss out on it because we’re captivated by lesser things.  This is why I’m so thankful for His grace to drag me into the lonely wilderness and teach me to delight in Him- so I could watch the secret glories unfold.  I often wonder how the path of my life might be different if His grace hadn’t grabbed my full attention when He did.

I was stepping pretty far outside of my comfort zone and I think my parents were too, by letting me go.  Seventeen years old on a mission trip to Mexico: no skills to offer, not much maturity to speak of really, and no clue what to expect.  It was a trip that changed my life in several significant ways.  I brushed skin with poverty like I had never experienced or imagined in my sheltered life.  And yet the juxtaposition of the peoples’ joy against the enormity of their earthly needs made me ache for the secrets of the Kingdom that they possessed, which I knew I lacked.  My appetite for worldly things was shrinking by the day.

Only in looking back can I see the full measure of beauty in what He was doing in my heart in that place, far from the comforts of home.  “Trust in the Lord and do good….cultivate faithfulness…..delight in the Lord…..He will give you the desires of your heart.”  

One of the days midway through the trip, our group stopped by a shanty of a home to visit with the family who lived there.  Almost all of us crowded into this tiny, one room, cement block, open windowed abode.  I vividly remember 2 things about this scene in my life:  1) The man of the house displayed hospitality by offering us beverages that I’m sure they could not afford to spare.  2) I saw my future husband for the first time.

Bart was one of the first ones to step into the cement block doorway and so he was one of a few seated on the only “couch” type seats in the house.  As we were crammed into the doorway, I stood listening to the back and forth conversation between the translator and the man.  For some reason, I was drawn to look across the room and caught a sight I can still replay in my brain like it was moments ago.  Bart very nonchalantly reached into his pocket and grabbed the handful of money he had planned on using to buy souvenirs at the market later that day.  Then he very slyly stuffed the money down between the tattered couch cushions….a treasure to be discovered by the family later on.  He didn’t think anyone was watching, but the Lord grabbed my attention and let me in on a secret that would mark the rest of my earthly days: this is the man you’re gonna marry.

Well I was done for.  Suddenly this boy who had been one of my best “guy” friends since middle school (but never had one interest to date) looked completely different to me.  It was as if God had lifted the veil to allow me to see what He sees- the heart.  In that lonely wilderness season, as I had been pursuing the path to delight in Jesus, He led me straight to the hidden desire of my own heart.

“…for God sees not as man sees, for man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.” –1 Samuel 16:7

The rest of the trip, I mostly avoided Bart- scared of my own newfound enchantment towards him.  I watched him from afar, though.  I observed a heart that was growing for God, a heart that was humbly serving others, and a heart that was joyfully playing with the Mexican children in the streets- a man who would be my husband one day.

Upon arriving home, I recall telling both my best friend and my Mom about this crazy epiphany I’d had about Bart.  I’m pretty sure they thought I was nuts.  Some months later I discovered that he had been making his own observations about me on the trip, knowing something had shifted inside of my heart also, and wondering if I would one day become his wife.  We were running the same race in the same direction- albeit terribly imperfectly.  We were both pursuing God as faithfully as we knew how.  A seed had been planted and a vision had been imparted of what was to come.

“For the vision is yet for the appointed time; It hastens toward the goal and it will not fail. Though it tarries, wait for it; For it will certainly come, it will not delay.” -Habakkuk 2:3

It would still be another 18 months after Mexico before we would ever officially be more than friends.  Many times throughout that year and a half, one of the two of us was tempted to rush forward.  But God had plans to mature us both some more before it was time to bring us together.  It was hard to wait on God’s timing, but in hindsight I see so clearly that the waiting was for our good and His glory- He was strengthening our faith.

However, when you are a citizen of the upside down Kingdom, you learn that the King delights to give His children good gifts: “Every good thing given and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights…” (James 1:17)  But, he knows our propensity towards short circuiting the flow of blessings- our bent toward bowing to the created rather than the Creator of all things.  And so he instructs us to be patient and let Him give and take away in His own perfect timing.

The good and perfect gifts that He gives are the ones that set our hearts ablaze with gratitude for His undeserved goodness in our lives.  He delights to give us the desires of our hearts- especially good things that cause our hearts to rejoice in Him above all.  And when we receive these pieces of His beautiful plan for us- these fulfilled desires of our hearts- with open hands of faith filled gratitude rather than closed hands of clenching fear, He is able to multiply the blessing and cause it to grow.  Over time, the fruit of HIS good gifts grow deeper, richer, and more satisfying than a lifetime full of empty treasures.  His treasures are seeds that will continue yielding a harvest year after year, even after we have completed the number of our days on this dusty earth.

Delighting in Jesus is the key that unlocks so many doors to our destiny.  Everyday, over and over again, He invites us to come to His table and be satisfied with the best things: namely the mysterious glory of Himself.  The irony is that the lonely wilderness seasons are the training ground to strip us of our old taste buds and prepare us to rightly receive all that He has piled up in His heavenly storehouses to pour into our laps.

“Come, all you who are thirsty, come to the waters; and you who have no money, come, buy and eat! Come, buy wine and milk without money and without cost. Why spend money on what is not bread, and your labor on what does not satisfy? Listen, listen to me, and eat what is good, and you will delight in the richest of fare.” -Isaiah 55:1-2

For as many days that the Lord has already gifted Bart and I with the sweet fellowship of sharing life together- through the good days and bad, peace and strife- and any number of unknown days we have ahead to partner in the delights of this journey; these precious gifts are but a foretaste of what is yet to come.  Even the fulfillment of these desires, and the fruit that has come as a result over time of walking together with Jesus- these earthly delights still only serve as another greater vision that “hastens toward the goal“.  One day, we will pour out our last drop of life and finish this earthly tenure.  We will open our eyes and find that our faith has finally given way to sight.  The Promised Land that we have been seeking will be ours forevermore, in Jesus.

“…you will not abandon me to the realm of the dead, nor will you let your faithful one see decay. You make known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.” -Psalm 16:10-11

But until that day comes, this chapter of our story serves as a reminder that I’ve already been given one of the greatest secrets of the Kingdom in 15 powerful words to live by:

“Delight yourself in the Lord; And He will give you the desires of your heart.”

-Psalm 37:4-

A new birth changes everything.  It’s normally a time of all consuming joy and celebration.  I remember when my oldest, Isaac, was born and I thought my heart might explode with the joy that came attached to that chubby bundle of baby.  A waiting room of visitors were there to welcome him into the world.  Hugs, laughter, and new baby boy gifts were abounding.  It felt like, for a period of time, life was perfectly perfect.  And it was, until about a week later.  That’s about when the sleep deprivation kicked in, the extra help trailed back into their own lives, and I realized my time and my identity were no longer all about me anymore.  This new birth was still very much a welcomed addition into my world, but I quickly realized that more of me was going to have to be given to this 9 lb 7 oz infant than I had been told in all the expert books.  

It’s really not much different when you’re born into Christ.  After you finally surrender yourself into the arms of this King who bids you to come and follow Him, everything in life feels perfectly perfect for awhile.  Or at least, it did for me.  I had this crystal clear understanding about why I was here- on planet Earth.  I was relieved and thankful to have my sins washed away, to have the fear of death taken away.  The hope of abundant life on earth and everlasting life in heaven made the moments of my days somehow lighter and brighter than they had ever been.  I knew that this new birth had set me on a path toward the greater upside down Kingdom.  However, I had been mostly unaware that I had entered the Kingdom through the birth canal of a narrow gate.  I had simply been following the Good Shepherd into a new pasture.  

“Enter by the narrow gate. For the gate is wide and the way is easy that leads to destruction, and those who enter by it are many. For the gate is narrow and the way is hard that leads to life, and those who find it are few.” – Matthew 7:13-14

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There is an ancient text, the second book of the Bible actually, that is commonly referred to as Exodus.  The title is an interesting one.  The  Greek word “exodos” means “a going out” or “a departure”.  The Hebrew title for this piece of holy writ is simply “Names.”  Therefore, it seems fitting to me to borrow from the narrative of the Exodus to better understand the next leg of my own journey.

God’s chosen people, the Israelites, had been oppressed in Egypt for over 400 years when God delivered them from slavery.  God used the unlikely character of Moses to guide the people to His plans for Deliverance.  After waiting and suffering through the bartering with Pharaoh, the nine awful plagues in the land, and repeated rejection of the Pharaoh to free the people, Moses gave one final instruction to the people for their own protection.  And so, by faith, they painted the blood of the lamb on the doorposts of their homes and waited for the Passover: the final plague of death to pass through the land of Egypt.  The homes with the blood covering were spared while every other home in Egypt from the greatest in the land to the lowliest woke up to a howling cry of grief- the loss of their first born.  The penalty of sin is no respecter of status.  Finally, the hard-hearted Pharaoh broke & the people were set free to worship and serve the Lord.

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And just like that, by faith in the sprinkled Blood of the Lamb on our hearts, we are set free from a life of slavery to sin and judgement.  We depart from the wide path, from a life that leads to destruction.  By faith, we step through the narrow gate, to a “hard” life that leads to the Ultimate Life and those who find it are few….more evidence of this upside down Kingdom.

“you were ransomed ….. not with perishable things such as silver or gold,  but with the precious blood of Christ, like that of a lamb without blemish or spot.” – 1 Peter 1:18-19

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Fast forward in the narrative of the Exodus, the joy of the Great Deliverance from the hand of Pharaoh has turned into a life of wandering in the desert wilderness.  The people start to complain and grumble, even though God has provided food and water in miraculously new ways.  He leads them onward each day via fire by night and a cloud by day.  Even still, the people start to wonder why God would bring them out into this desert to die.

The challenges in this desert place make them doubt the goodness of this unseen God who supernaturally delivered them from the hand of Pharaoh and parted the Red Sea for them to walk on dry ground.  The sin in their hearts causes them to look back at their days as slaves in Egypt as a better lot after all.  They think it might be better to just turn back and return to their old life.  Rather than worshiping their Savior, these stubborn people would prefer to worship a god like the nations around them and so they fashion an idol and exchange the glory of God for the image of a created thing.  They did not consider Him who called them to be faithful to fulfill His Promise to bring them into the unseen Kingdom, the land flowing with milk and honey, and abundant goodness.

They didn’t get the memo: they weren’t adequately prepared for the difficulty on the other side of the narrow gate.  The wilderness was a season set apart to prepare them for what was on the other side.  They were called into the Wilderness so they could become intimately acquainted with the wonders of this unseen God who came for them.  They were making an “exodos”, a departure, from who they used to be into who this King created them to be- a people set apart for His glory.  They had a new holy language to understand & live by, new customs & habits to value, and hearts that ultimately needed to be molded to desire, love, and trust this gloriously unseen God who had heard their cries for deliverance.  The best part of all was that He desired to reveal Himself to them.  He wanted to make His dwelling among them, to be a blessing to them, and bless the nations through them, just as He had promised to Abraham.

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I see so much of my own story in these wandering Israelites.  The couple of years following my own great deliverance and my new birth of the Spirit, they were hard days.  Maybe I had been warned and just couldn’t hear it for the newfound joy and peace I had discovered, but it sure felt like a desert place.  

As I made my own exodus out of the empty, vain, worldly life I was living- I was “going out” or “departing” from my old life.  And I had to go through a desert of testing, trials, and undesirable circumstances so He could prepare me for all that was to come.  I had assumed that everyone in my “wide path living” would be sharing in this new adventure with me.  I had hoped I would be completely accepted and understood- but as I looked around I was no longer on the wide path with my familiar traveling companions.  I wanted so badly to snap my fingers and get to the destination- to the other side of this refining fire.  I didn’t want to struggle with the same flesh struggles and temptations; but that old self was still inside of me battling for control- oftentimes wanting me to turn back and return to my old, easier, more familiar ways.

Surely, I tried to reason, my old ways weren’t THAT bad! Maybe I have made Egypt to be worse than it really was.  But at every turn, the Word of God & His glorious Presence would lead me onward, deeper into the wilderness, further from the person I once knew.

“As obedient children, do not conform to the evil desires you had when you lived in ignorance. But just as he who called you is holy, so be holy in all you do; for it is written: “Be holy, because I am holy.” 1 Peter 1:14-16

It was a lonely time.  I was beginning to change from the inside out. It felt as though many did not know what to do with this new creation that was becoming me- and even more so, I felt the awkward newness of myself trying to find my way.

I was learning the language of my Father and I wanted to be like Him instead of the world around me- His love was pure.  I learned that my body was the temple of the Holy Spirit now, I was His dwelling place, and so I didn’t want to dishonor Him with my body.  I didn’t know much about His Word at all, but I felt the desire growing to seek truth there- it was becoming my compass for life. He would never leave me nor forsake me, I discovered. So I began to commune with Him in prayer not just once but all throughout the day.  And because He was winning my heart in this desert place, the biggest miracle started to happen- I started to really love Him.  I began to desire His approval more than the people around me.

Just like the Hebrew name for Exodus was “Names”, I was finding that He brought me out into this desert place to give me a new name: a new identity that matched the person He saw within me- the person I couldn’t yet see in myself.  It was in the wilderness that He began the inward heart work of helping me shed my slave mentality, and put on the confidence that I was now a child of God- predestined for good works that He had prepared in advance for me.  I had to learn how to hear and obey His Voice if He was going to take me into the spacious land of promise.

“I will lead her into the desert and speak tenderly to her there. I will return her vineyards to her and transform the Valley of Trouble into a gateway of hope. She will give herself to me there, as she did long ago when she was young, when I freed her from her captivity in Egypt.” –Hosea 2:14-15

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The wilderness wanderings are designed to break you, in a beautiful way.  It can make you feel lonely and misunderstood- an alien in this world.  It’s like a toddler learning how to walk for the very first time in your new life in Him:

“It was I who taught Ephraim to walk, taking them by the arms; but they did not realize it was I who healed them. I led them with cords of human kindness, with ties of love. To them I was like one who lifts a little child to the cheek, and I bent down to feed them.” – Hosea 11:3-4

There are times you feel like you missed the memo on how to fit in anymore.   But there are treasures to be found in the desert if you can quit looking back on your Egypt and press on towards knowing Him who called you into His glorious light.  The greatest treasure of all is not even the treasures awaiting at the finish line of this long wilderness journey.  Without question, the most precious gift of all is realizing that His love is too scandalous, too faithful & good, to have let you take the wide path that leads to destruction.  He called you there because the wilderness was the only place where you were going to learn to know Him and love Him above any created thing, to hear His Voice & follow His plan above your own.

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If I could go back in time, I would tell that young Mom that the sleep deprivation, the giving up of your body/time/identity, and the losing yourself in loving another- these are but minor hurdles to overcome in the journey towards something greater.  And I would say the same to my own soul in the lonely wilderness:  every bit of struggle, loneliness, and feeling misunderstood- you don’t want to skip those parts or rush through them.  They are the crucibles where you are changed.  They are the fire that burns away the old self and allows the new self to come to life.  Don’t look back at Egypt, but keep doing these hard things, on the narrow path, with great courage.  The Lover of your soul is coming for all the pieces of your broken heart in that desert & you don’t want to miss Him.  When you meet Him in the desert, your soul will be satisfied with His glory and you will be ruined for anything else on this earth.

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“In this you rejoice, though now for a little while, if necessary, you have been grieved by various trials,  so that the tested genuineness of your faith—more precious than gold that perishes though it is tested by fire—may be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ.  Though you have not seen him, you love him. Though you do not now see him, you believe in him and rejoice with joy that is inexpressible and filled with glory,  obtaining the outcome of your faith, the salvation of your souls.” – 1 Peter 1:6-9

It happened one ordinary day around 10am, as I was pouring out my heart in an attempt to engage my 5th graders in the reading passage of the day- a Chinese fairy tale excerpt about a dragon, a king, and a little girl on a mission to help her poor family by seeking out a “borrowed line”.  The text was challenging, but I was trying my best to sell it as one of the most interesting stories I’ve ever heard, all the while wondering what exactly is the point of all this?

My eyes land on a line that sort of shakes me to the core but I don’t really understand what has shifted inside of me.  “You only lose what you cling to.”  The students don’t know it, but I hang in the moment as something begins to awaken.  Is this eternity written on the heart of a Chinese fairy tale?  Is the good news really tucked inside of this ordinary moment of teaching secular text to mostly uninterested 10 year olds who honestly just can’t wait for their teacher to shut up so they can go to PE?

“You only lose what you cling to.” -Where the Mountain Meets the Moon

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“For whoever is bent on saving his [temporal] life [his comfort and security here] shall lose it [eternal life]; and whoever loses his life [his comfort and security here] for My sake shall find it [life everlasting].”- Jesus, Matthew 16:25, AMPC

Rewind 2 decades to another heap of ordinary moments and you’d find a freckle faced girl in a similar scene, only this time as a freshman sitting in English I with Mrs. Duvall.  You might note a life more blessed than she realizes at the time.  A stable home life, good grades, lots of wonderful friendships and support from loving people all around her.  Her biggest problems at the time might include topics like stressing over grades, fearing that she’s fat, wondering with whom she’ll steal a ride to lunch, and what new clothes might help improve her wardrobe.  She was born into great blessing, but she was blind.  And she did not know that she was loved with an unbreakable, unending, scandalous love.  She didn’t know of her own sinful heart & how it separated her from her Creator either.  She was unaware that she was being pursued and that her life was about to change.

Brokenness had to come into that blessed life in order for those blinders to come off.  She was loved too much to be left on that path that led to the Ultimate Loss.  Her self made, earthly kingdom was about to come crashing down.  She didn’t know that life was so fragile, that your days are a gift given to be given away.  Those were secrets yet to be told her at a later time.  As she was spending her days doing what all wordly teenagers do, she was building her own kingdom and clinging tightly to the story she was writing with her life.  It’s not even that it was all bad; its just that there was so much more- there was another greater Kingdom.

When the days of mourning came crashing around her, she knew that the kingdom of safety and security she had lived in for so long, it was gone forever.  With one tidal wave of loss, life would never be the same.  And how do you move on from that place?  How do you find purpose or meaning in outfits, straight A’s, and boys anymore when the blessed reality you were living in suddenly gets washed away?  How can emptiness and loss and brokenness ever be a gift?

Sometimes it takes awhile before a buried seed starts to show signs of new life.  It can take some time to really understand the brokenness of your heart.

“Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.” –John 12:24

God was simply preparing that girl for her entrance into the kingdom.  The scales on the eyes of her heart were beginning to fall.  “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me. For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for me and for the gospel will save it. What good is it for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul?” (Mark 8:34-36)

But how do you let go of the only kingdom that you’ve ever known?  When you’ve felt the sting of brokenness and also the progress of your own kingdom, how do you just abandon the path you’re on for a kingdom so mysterious?  How do you stop clinging so tightly to the only things you’ve ever known to bring comfort,  security, & identity in this world?  And yet, the King Himself extends the invitation to come after Him into the upside down Kingdom.  He doesn’t force, but He woos.  During the in-between moments of building that earthly kingdom, He gives glimpses of the futility of the pursuits of this visible kingdom.  And He awakens the courage of the soul to ask the question numbed for too many days: surely there is more than this?

This unknown beckoning is scary.  What does it even mean or require? Lose your life to gain everlasting life??  Is it possible to build both kingdoms in your life at the same time….to have a taste of each?  Is that the essence of a life well spent?  The seed falls on the soil of the heart: “No one can serve two masters, for either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other.” (Matthew 6:24)  

Finally, the crashing comes.  What was thought to be the scariest step- the dying of self, pride, plans, & the expected path- in a moment turns into wonder, glory, and hope.  A long awaited second birth, a new citizenship granted, a soul suddenly alive for the first time.  There was a celebration that day in the unseen Kingdom- “Just so, I tell you, there is joy before the angels of God over one sinner who repents.” (Luke 15:10)

The cosmic orphan finally had a place in the one and only lasting Kingdom- and she knew in her heart of hearts that she was the recipient of a great rescue mission- “For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God.” (Ephesians 2:8)  And this was just the beginning of the story- the first lesson of many to come: it is only in losing your life that you are free to find true, lasting, abundant life.  But the longer and harder you cling to this life of earthly kingdoms, the more you lose in the end.  You only lose what you cling to.  

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Indeed, I count everything as loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. For his sake I have suffered the loss of all things and count them as rubbish, in order that I may gain Christ – Phil 3:8

Two decades ago.  The lessons grow deeper in meaning & richer in reward as the years tick by.  Each new sentence on the page of my life has been a lesson from the King.  Don’t cling.  Lose in order to gain.  You were given a great blessing in order to be a blessing.  Pour out so you can be filled up in ways you never dreamed possible.  Keep your eyes on the King of Kings.  Your life is in His hands.  And His Kingdom is an upside down Kingdom.

“And who knows whether you have not come to the kingdom for such a time as this?” – Esther 4:14